章 473: Chapter 473: The Late Night Intruder
Chapter 473: The Late Night Intruder
This murder case quickly drew the police's attention and was secretly handed over to the local night watchmen.
In a place like Backlund, the death of three people is considered a major case, especially since the killer provocatively hung the bodies on the Backlund Bridge, attracting much public attention.
The identities of the three as members of the Yellow Robe Monks were not disclosed, and they were referred to as ordinary citizens.
Leonard from the Chowood District also noticed this case but did not intervene, leaving it to the local night watchmen.
He was concerned with deeper matters, specifically the retaliation from the Yellow Robe Monks.
In just a day or two, the Yellow Robe Monks appeared in various parts of Backlund.
Beggars on the streets, nearby vagrants, drunks in bars—anyone potentially connected to the case was thoroughly investigated.
Unregistered extraordinary individuals who liked to hide their tracks became key observation targets.
Anyone who dared to resist faced retribution from fate and died under unfortunate circumstances.
Such large-scale actions quickly drew the attention of the Church of the everNight Goddess, the Church of the Storm, and the Church of Steam and Machinery.
It must be said that this large-scale, ruthless, and indiscriminate approach had a certain effect.
In the dock area, a destitute vagrant who often slept under street lamps showed extraordinary strength when faced with a large-scale investigation by the Yellow Robe Monks. Using the cover of the night, he successfully escaped from the Yellow Robe Monks.
His whereabouts are currently unknown.
Leonard carefully reviewed the case details and, when no one was around, curiously asked the old man inside him, "Strange, neither the Church of the everNight Goddess nor the Church of the Storm and Machinery can determine the exact identity of this criminal. It's as if he suddenly emerged from the ground."
"Concealing fate."
"The killer is an extraordinary of the Fate pathway?"
"Not necessarily."
"Are there other extraordinary pathways involving fate?"
The old man inside him was silent for a while. "This is not something you need to worry about."
"Hehe, I'm just purely curious."
"Hmph, then continue to be curious."
"Hey, old man, could it be that you don't know the answer either?"
Leonard tried to use reverse psychology but received no response.
He leaned back in his chair and muttered, "First, an old immortal appeared, and now this case. It feels like Backlund is about to change again."
...
Late at night, at 160 Berklund Street, Klein was lying in bed resting.
A slight breeze gently lifted, followed by a mysterious force prying open the tightly shut window, causing the curtains to sway lightly.
Klein immediately woke up from his sleep, maintaining a high level of vigilance without opening his eyes, pretending to be asleep by keeping his breathing steady.
Someone had infiltrated his room!
And that person was hiding behind the curtains, secretly observing him!
Hadn't the night watchmen already investigated him last time?
Why were they investigating him again after just a week?
But after waiting for a while, Klein did not detect any other movements.
The person who had infiltrated his room remained quietly hidden behind the curtains, like a hunter silently watching him without making any noise or extra movements. It seemed more like the person was using his house to evade pursuing enemies.
Klein did not make a sound, pretending to be unaware of everything and continued to sleep.
After about twenty minutes, the person hiding behind the curtains left through the window again, glancing at the bed before closing the window.
The entire process was silent, without any extra noise.
If it weren't for his excellent spiritual warning, he wouldn't have noticed someone sneaking into his room tonight.
Was this an undeserved disaster?
Klein lifted the quilt, sat up, and looked at the now motionless curtains.
As for the identity of the person just now, he did not see their true appearance while pretending to sleep, but he vaguely felt it was a man, meticulous and courageous.
"Should I call the police?"
Klein pondered for a while and decided to act as if nothing had happened. After all, he was just an ordinary rich man who couldn't possibly detect such a mysterious person sneaking into his room at night.
Moreover, calling the police would not only attract their attention but also possibly invite retaliation.
But he was still very interested in the identity of this late-night intruder.
After waiting for a while, he got up and went to the bathroom, walked backward four steps, and entered the gray fog.
He planned to use divination to try to find out the identity of the person tonight.
However, the result of the divination surprised him: there was no such person.
This meant that the other party had means to shield against divination and similar detection methods.
Anti-divination, anti-prophecy.
Klein remained silent for a while before leaving the gray fog. When he returned to his bedroom, the window was open again, and there was an extra note on the moonlit table.
Despite his confusion, Klein walked over and unfolded the note, which had delicate handwriting: "Someone just sneaked into your room."
Was this a kind-hearted reminder?
Klein picked up the note and smelled it, detecting a faint fragrance, indicating that the writer was a woman.
Combining the recent events and the people he knew, he quickly thought of Miss Hayley from the nearby Mahert family.
He had once seen her sneak into the street's sewer late at night, so she probably saw someone enter his room tonight and wrote the note to warn him.
What a kind girl.
Klein smiled, burned the note, and acted as if nothing had happened.
The intruder tonight was definitely a troublesome figure, and he didn't want to complicate things further.
The next morning, Klein got up and went to the window, lifting the curtain. His sharp eyes noticed a barely visible spider silk the size of a thumb on the white curtain.
Very fine, very new, as if it had just been spun last night.
Was there a spider in his room?
No, the Backlund Bridge case!
Klein recalled the newspaper he had read a few days ago, which recorded a bizarre murder case where the victim was wrapped in spider silk and hung from the bridge.
Was the intruder last night the perpetrator of this case?
Was he hiding from the police?
But he didn't hear any police action. If it were the police, they would have searched house to house.
What a bother.
Klein frowned. Should he call the police?
He didn't want to let the brutal killer go, but he couldn't just tell the police that he deduced the intruder was the killer based on a thumb-sized spider silk, could he?
Then he should rename himself Sherlock Holmes.
In the end, he didn't call the police. He simply had breakfast and went out for a walk. When he happened to meet Miss Hayley on the street, Klein could see the deep curiosity in her eyes.
Two more days passed, and Backlund's nights became increasingly uneasy.
Many witnesses claimed to have seen a shadow flash across the streets at night. The police only told them to wait for news and immediately sent the new information to the night watchmen.
Late at night, at the Earl of Hall's residence.
Audrey was asleep in her large bed when she suddenly heard Susie's barking, waking her up and prompting her to turn on the bedside lamp.
The light instantly illuminated the entire bedroom.
Audrey saw Susie standing alert, her eyes fixed on the window.
Susie's barking also woke up the maids, servants, and staff of the Earl of Hall's residence, and soon, lights were on everywhere.
The Earl of Hall, wearing a purple nightgown and a gray coat, hurriedly came to Audrey's room with people, anxiously asking what had happened.
Because Susie was usually very well-behaved and intelligent, she wouldn't bark at night without reason. She must have discovered something to give such a warning.
"Just now, there seemed to be a shadow flashing outside the window, and Susie sensed something wrong and started barking."
"Woof."
Susie barked in agreement, indicating that this was what happened tonight.
The Earl of Hall's face turned serious. He left a few maids and servants to accompany and protect Audrey, then led others with lanterns to search the area outside the window.
They found no trace of anyone, only spider webs on the bushes.
Looking at the freshly spun webs, the Earl of Hall's face darkened. He ordered people to guard every corner to prevent further incidents.
After more than an hour of fuss, Audrey lay back in bed, but now there were two maids sleeping on the floor, and several servants were guarding outside the window and door.
This prevented her from discussing the events with Susie.
It wasn't until the next day that Audrey had a brief moment alone with Susie.
"Susie, what did you find last night?"
"There was a shadow outside the window, seemingly observing something." Susie recalled the events of last night, her tone serious. "It was definitely not an ordinary person. I sensed an extreme coldness from him, as if he were a ghost from hell, a top predator."
"Audrey, I'm sorry my vocabulary is still limited, and I can't accurately describe that person."
"It's okay, Susie. You protected me last night."
Audrey smiled and patted Susie's head, guessing that the person didn't expect Susie to notice so quickly.
But who was that shadow?
Could it be the mysterious killer who provoked Mr. Hastur last time?
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